Grim's bony hand shot out from a pool of shadows, nails clawing into the wet earth as he dragged himself to his knees.

Above his head, dark clouds gathered over the mountain tops. He was back in Tennessee. This is where Ziva said it was going to happen.

Sticky clumps of hair fell over his face as Grim watched the scene that was unfolding over a hundred yards away.

Artemis was on his knees, hands bound and head bowed to a tall, savage looking man. Lupus was almost werewolf-like, his scruffy, untamed beard and hair meeting around his pointed ears. His nails were sallow, overgrown claws, and his teeth were bared. Two yellow eyes glared down at his son.

"Artemis, you have failed to properly chaperone your charge, resulting in a supernatural presence coming over this world. You are a disappointment to this entire clan," Lupus spat, clenching his fist.

Artemis didn't lift his head. Blood dribbled down his chin, his lip split. His nose looked broken. "I am a disappointment," he echoed, staring at his hands.

Hellhounds crawled out of the bushes, closing Artemis and Lupus in a circle. Lupus held out his palm, a silver sword forming in his hand.

"You will pay for your crimes," Lupus murmured, thunder rolling in the distance. He pressed the sword to Artemis's craned neck, steadying the blade. He was preparing to strike.

Grim couldn't take it anymore.

He attacked.